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No matter how much I wish otherwise. Or ask Santa.
CM Punk was not found wrapped up under my Christmas Tree this year.
There is always this year.
Fingers Crossed.

Chapter 12: A Tit for a Tat and the whole world goes Crazy.

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"Phil, it's not funny."

"I never said a word."

"Then wipe that smirk off your face."

"What smirk?"

"The one making you look like a Cheshire Cat."

"Oh that one..." He replied, his grin growing wider.

"Remove it, or I will." I threatened placing my hands on my hips.

"Is that how we're playing? Fine then I don't like that top you're wearing. Remove it, or I will." He wiggled his eyebrows. Smirk still firmly in place.

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I rolled my eyes.

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"Come on Cherry Bomb."

Punk stood from the couch and moved towards me, placing his hands on my hips.

"You show me yours, I'll show you mine."

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At that I burst into laughter.

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"Oh Phil, you do crack me up."

"I'm glad I entertain you but we still have a problem. You see my top is off and my tats are clearly visible but your top is still on. We need to rectify the problem."

"Tit for tat, eh?" I replied trying to suppress a smirk of my own.

"Yip. Thems the rules."

"Well, rules are rules..." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck, inching my lips closer to his, "But... I have a photoshoot to go to."

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Punk's face dropped and he pouted.

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"I bet you're sorry you laughed at me now." I laughed as I pulled away.

"Aw babe. I'm sorry. But you know, I don't see why you're so pissed about a photoshoot anyway. It's only mildly awkward."

"It's not the shoot I'm pissed about, it's the outfits I have to wear." I replied, my annoyance returning.

"What's wrong with the clothes?" He asked, perplexed.

"They're not clothes, that's what's wrong. More like dental floss. I think I was born with more clothes on."

"That sucks. At least you won't be alone." He offered, trying to make me feel better.

"Yeah Phil, because parading around in barely there outfits in front of my brother and his friends really makes it all so much better."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... back up... It's not a Divas shoot?" Punk asked, his face getting more serious.

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Oops. I was regretting ever opening my mouth now

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"No, it's a Legacy shoot for a feature in RAW Magazine."

"So Orton is going to be there?"

"And Ted and Cody."

"Orton is going to see you wearing next to nothing?"

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I stayed silent, seeing his growing anger.

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"Standing next to you while your body is on show?"

"And Ted and Cody." I repeated.

"Who gives a fuck about Ted and Cody?" He yelled.

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I gulped. I wasn't prepared for his outburst. I decided to let it slide, considering I knew how he felt about the Viper.

"No way." Punk yelled, flailing his arms angrily. "No fucking way."

"Phil.."

"You can't go."

"I don't really have much of a choice." I said as put on my hoodie.

"I won't let you."

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I stopped midway through zipping up the hoodie and turned to face him.

"You won't let me?" I spoke slowly.

"You can't do it."

"So which is it Phil, I can't do the shoot or you won't let me do the shoot?"

"Both. You're not going."

"I'm sorry, that answer is incorrect. But thank you for playing."

"Scarlett.. You are not going."

"Last time I checked, I make my own decisions and whoa.. wait. What was that? Oh it looks like I'm doing it."

"Scarlett..."

"This had been fun. Love to stay and chat but I've got somewhere to be."

"Scarlett." He repeated this time louder.

"Those skimpy clothes won't wear themselves." I shouted as I lifted my bag and exited the room, slamming the door behind me.

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I stormed down the hallway, thoroughly pissed off.

Who the hell did he think he was?

OK, so he hated Randy, that still didn't give him the authority to dictate my life for me.
He knew how I felt about being told what to do.
The smart thing to do would be to go back and talk to him, try and work out something where he won't feel so jealous.
Yep that is what I should do.
Pity I'm not smart.
Fuck him.

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I entered the room that the photoshoot was being held in. There were lights everywhere, chairs, tables, and all sorts of props strewn all over the place and people chatting away and making themselves busy.

There at the back of the room, at the centre of all the lights was a green board with a camera directly in front of it.

Someone called out my name, I turned to the left, the direction of the voice to see Ted standing, beckoning me over. I walked towards him. He, Randy and Cody were sitting on a few chairs at the corner of the room, away from all the action.

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I sat my bag down and took a seat.

"Hey." I greeted.

Cody nodded in acknowledgement, as did Randy but he let his gaze linger a little longer, a look which I caught and furrowed my brow at.

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"Hey. What's up your butt?" Ted asked noticing my shitty mood.

"Nothing."

"Clearly. You're just a ray of sunshine."

"Fuck up Ted." I replied to sniggers from the three of them.

"Trouble in paradise?" Randy asked shifting his gaze from his phone to me.

"No." I responded immediately. "If you must know, I'm annoyed about the outfits they want me to wear."

"What kind of outfits?" Cody asked suddenly interested.

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Ted hit him a smack on the back of the head.

."Dude. My sister." He said before turning to me. "What's up with the outfits?"

"They leave little to the imagination." I replied.

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The look on Ted's face changed. He looked at little awkward.

"I'll have a word" He muttered before going off to search for someone to speak to.

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"I didn't think you'd be that much of a prude."

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I snapped my head to the side.

"Prude, Randy? No. I just don't want to look like Skankasorus, Kelly."

"Worried your little boyfriend might get jealous?"

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Randy seemed different today. The way he was speaking to me held no hint of playful banter like usual. He spoke with ice and venom in his voice, it was almost as if he was annoyed with me.

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"No, I'm worried the other Divas might get jealous and a huge cat fight will break out and you will 'accidentally' get trampled on your pretty little face and have to retire and hide in a cave away from all human contact."

He glared at me.
He actually glared at me.

I frowned not really understanding what was going on with him.

Randy clenched his jaw before standing up and walking away.

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The photoshoot wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

The photo's of the boys and me were basically just us in our ring gear.

There were a few shots where I was dressed in a slinky black dress while the boys were in tux's, another where I was dressed in a Mafia Moll style outfit. Pinstriped mini skirt, hot pants underneath, a shirt tied just beneath my chest, a tie and stilettos. The guys dressed as gangsters.
I didn't see the point or where they were going with it but I went along with it.

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Then there were a few solo photo's.

I was dressed in black leather trousers and a red leather bikini style top.
I had a whip in my hand and hooker boots on my feet.
I looked like a dominatrix.

Ted left at this point, feeling so uncomfortable.

The others disappeared shortly after.

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I continued on with the photos, including some shots of my bio and my match photo.

You know, the one they show when you have a match coming up.

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The most uncomfortable ones, were they shots in beachwear.
Getting into bikini's and pretending I was on a beach and not in a cold room at the back of a sports arena made me feel stupid.

Even more so when the photographer yelled 'Anne' and Anne threw water over me.

I wanted to slap Anne but instead I was told to pout.

The pout ended up looking very sinister which the photographer liked.

I guess that is my 'Up to Evilness' look Phil is always talking about.

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After I got changed I exited the changing room to find the room was now empty. All the people were gone as was the camera and all the lights.

I felt my phone vibrate.

It was Phil.

About before, I never meant to come off like that. I'm sorry. I love you Scarlett. x Punk

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I smiled as I thought of something.

I tapped out my reply.

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I'm sorry & I love you too. Let's just forget about it. I have a surprise for you that I think you'll very much enjoy! See you soon. x Cherry

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I set my bag down and ran back into the changing room.

I grinned as I spotted what I was looking for.

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A few minutes later I cracked open the door and peeked my head out, making sure the room was still empty before I emerged dressed in a lacy black and red bra and panties set.

I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I borrowed this for a few hours.

Punk would love it!

I proceeded to put on a pair of stilettos, might as well go all out.

Just then I heard footsteps behind me, quickly turning around I came face to face with the Viper.

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A wee bit of a cliff hanger. Sorry but I couldn't resist.

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